Haunted Wood be strong sweet little one

their island was slowly turning into a mythical place to vesper, like it had never been real at all— it felt like a lifetime ago that they had turned to say goodbye to it, and she could feel her intimate memory of it fading. what she could still remember was bright and happy, a stark contrast to their lives now. peregrine and prevost rough-housing. father bringing meat to the den for them all to share. teaching blueberry to run. mother's milk.

a month ago, the darkling might have found plenty of encouraging words and thoughts to share with her sister, but now... all she could muster was: me, too.